The hearth's decaying brands were red, And deep and dusky lustre shed, The uncouth trophies of the hall. He rose, and sought the moonshine pure. XXXV. The wild-rose, eglantine, and broom, While thus he communed with his breast: — "Why is it, at each turn I trace 1 MS.: "Play'd on the bosom of the lake, The birch, the wild-rose, and the broom, The birch-trees wept in balmy due; The aspen slept on Benvenue; ... Wild were the heart whose passions' power Can I not mountain maiden spy, I'll dream no more — by manly mind I'll turn to rest, and dream no more." A prayer with every bead of gold, CANTO SECOND. The Esland. I. Ar morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing, And while yon little bark glides down the bay, And sweetly o'er the lake was heard the strain, Mix'd with the sounding harp, O white-hair'd AllanBane! 1 1 That Highland chieftains, to a late period, retained in their service the bard, as a family officer, admits of very easy proof. The author of the Letters from the North of Scotland, an officer of engineers, quartered at Inverness about 1720, who certainly cannot be deemed a favorable witness, gives the following account of the office, and of a bard whom he heard exercise his talent of recitation: "The bard is skilled in the genealogy of all the Highland families, sometimes preceptor to the young laird, celebrates in Irish verse the original of the tribe, the famous warlike actions of the successive heads, and sings his own lyricks as an opiate to the chief, when indisposed for sleep; but poets are not equally 54 II. SONG. "Not faster yonder rowers' might Than men from memory erase The benefits of former days; Then, stranger, go! good speed the while, esteemed and honored in all countries. I happened to be a witness of the dishonor done to the muse, at the house of one of the chiefs, where two of these bards were set at a good distance, at the lower end of a long table, with a parcel of Highlanders of no extraordinary appearance, over a cup of ale. Poor inspiration! They were not asked to drink a glass of wine at our table, though the whole company consisted only of the great man, one of his near relations, and myself. After some little time, the chief ordered one of them to sing me a Highland song. The bard readily obeyed, and with a hoarse voice, and in a tune of few various notes, began, as I was told, one of his own lyricks: and when he had proceeded to the fourth or fifth stanza, I perceived, by the names of several persons, glens, and mountains, which I had known or heard of before, that it was an account of some clan battle. But in his going on, the chief (who piques himself upon his schoollearning), at some particular passage, bid him cease, and cried out, 'There's nothing like that in Virgil or Homer.' I bowed and told him I believed so. This you may believe was very edifying and delightful."— Letters, ii. 167. “High place to thee in royal court, High place in battle line, Good hawk and hound for sylvan sport, True be thy sword, thy friend sincere, III. SONG CONTINUED. "But if beneath yon southern sky Pine for his Highland home; "Or if on life's uncertain main Mishap shall mar thy sail; If faithful, wise, and brave in vain, Waste not a sigh on fortune changed, 1 MS.: "At tourneys where the brave resort." |